Both of the Same Kind
A lady stepped from the Limited Express at a side station, on a special stop order. To the only man in sight she asked:
“When is the train for Madison due here, please?”
“The train went an hour ago, ma’am: the next one is to-morrow at eight o’clock.”
The lady in perplexity then asked:
“Where is the nearest hotel?”
“There is no hotel here at all,” replied the man.
“But what shall I do?” asked the lady. “Where shall I spend the night?”
“I guess you’ll have to stay all night with the station agent,” was the reply.
“Sir!” flashed up the lady, “I’d have you know I’m a lady.”
“Well,” said the man as he strode off, “so is the station agent.”